It's been long since I camped over night. Miss the cold breeze and those cozy small tents. Among that vast emptiness all I could hear was the howling sound of the winds and the creeky sounds of the crickets. When we sat in front of the campfire and dint say a would we could hear the sound of the flame, burning through the wood. Each has a rhythm of its own. All these sounds combined gave those silent nights a beautiful symphony. The kind of symphony I would miss the minute it ended.
Take a walk with me,
have a talk with me,
grab a bit with me.
Drink with me,
sing with me
Put a camp with me.
Sit and think with me,
stare at the skies with me,
be alone with me.
Look into my eyes
and get lost with me,
Be with me,
just with me.
Who else misses those camping nights? I surely do.
Those calm late night talks by the bon fire were so much fun.
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Have a great night fellas!
This was beautiful, awakeningartist. Now I miss those nights.